| I’ve come from just the other side of no-where,
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| To this big time lonesome town.
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| They got a lotta ice an' snow here,
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| Half as cold as all the people I’ve found.
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| Every way I try to go here,
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| Seems to bring me down.
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| I seen about enough to know where I belong.
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| I’ve got a mind to see the headlights shinin',
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| On that old white line between my heart and home.
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| Sick of spendin' Sundays, wishin' they were Mondays,
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| Sittin' in a park alone.
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| So give my best to anyone who’s left who ever done me,
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| Any lovin' way but wrong,
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| Tell them that the pride of just the other side of nowhere’s goin' home.
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| Takin' nothing back to show there,
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| For these dues I have paid,
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| But the soul I almost sold here,
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| And the body I’ve been givin' away.
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| Fadin' from the neon nightime glow here,
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| Headin' for the light of day.
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| Just the other side of nowhere, goin' home.
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| I’ve got a mind to see the headlights shinin',
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| On that old white line between my heart and home.
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| Sick of spendin' Sundays, wishin' they were Mondays,
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| Sittin' in a park alone.
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| So give my best to anyone who’s left who ever done me,
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| Any lovin' way but wrong,
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| Tell 'em that the pride of just the other side of nowhere’s goin' home.
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| Takin' nothing back to show there,
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| For these dues I have paid,
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| But the soul I almost sold here,
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| And the body I’ve been givin away.
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| Fadin' from the neon nightime glow here,
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| Headin' for the light of day.
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| Just the other side of nowhere, goin' home.
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| Just the other side of no-where, goin' home. |